And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes.
kimya dawson
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
remote astro rosak
love means differently for different person. how you define love might not be the same as how aunty jual surat khabar dekat tepi lorong define it. but that doesn't mean aunty jual surat khabar tepi lorong punya love wasn't true.it is not the same, but that is how she define it, it is true to her. each of us has different kind of heart, rasa lain-lain. cara tunjuk sayang lain-lain, cara tunjuk ambil berat lain-lain. people have their own ways to express feelings. tapi apek jual kerepek depan flat sana perogol bersiri
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
saka
sekarang ini jam menunjukkan pukul 2.18 pagi,
aku tengah makan nasi tomato,
lauk daging kicap dengan ayam kari,
pinggan yang ketiga
aku tengah makan nasi tomato,
lauk daging kicap dengan ayam kari,
pinggan yang ketiga
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Angel
Angel
I have a dream of you I can't defined
You've been on my mind
Don't go
I'll be lost without you by my side
Lost and on my own
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Angel
Your brightest star is shining next to mine
Every night and day
Do you know
Stars exploded then they fade away
Then they fade away
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Would you please be my baby
Come by and I lay you down
I'm loving when you say I love you too
Won't you please be my honey
I'm sorry that I let you down
Your eyes are breaking my heart in two
Break my heart in two
Angel
May the One above us keep you safe
For the rest of days
If He knows
How I love the smile all on your face
He guide you here to stay
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Yeah I'm falling for an angel
Yeah angel
*when you're silent it speaks, when you speak it is silent
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
LOL
Perempuan: "Awak tengok apa lagi? Dah azan tu."
Lelaki: "Tengok muka awak. Kan sunat berbuka dengan yang manis-manis."
Lelaki: "Tengok muka awak. Kan sunat berbuka dengan yang manis-manis."
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
lovers in Paris
ze beautiful sunset creeps behind Eiffel
center of Les Lilas and Maison Blanche
charming orange sky of Paris hums affection wordlessly
romantic whispering of zephyr starts to flow slowly
tickles every hearts in the city of love
j'entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde
center of Eiffel, there was you and I
holding hands,
palm to palm, chest to chest.
softly our noses collide
gazing at each other,
smiling
lookin inside ze chocolate rounded eyes makes me melt
en dehors de tes yeux, il n'y a pas de jardins
stealing kisses upon the fading shadows
murmurs sweet promises that only heaven knows
lost in the mist of love
two lovers who fall in love in Paris
on such a wonderful and tender orange evening, i just wanna say
je t'aimerai toute ma vie
center of Les Lilas and Maison Blanche
charming orange sky of Paris hums affection wordlessly
romantic whispering of zephyr starts to flow slowly
tickles every hearts in the city of love
j'entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde
center of Eiffel, there was you and I
holding hands,
palm to palm, chest to chest.
softly our noses collide
gazing at each other,
smiling
lookin inside ze chocolate rounded eyes makes me melt
en dehors de tes yeux, il n'y a pas de jardins
stealing kisses upon the fading shadows
murmurs sweet promises that only heaven knows
lost in the mist of love
two lovers who fall in love in Paris
on such a wonderful and tender orange evening, i just wanna say
je t'aimerai toute ma vie
Monday, August 22, 2011
Ahmad Nawab bin Syamsul Subkidin Baki
Ahmad Nawab sedang berkira-kira untuk meluahkan perasannnya terhadap makcik kantin sekolah depan rumahnya, Sherry. tak padan dengan makcik kantin, nama macam artis.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. keropok ikan eh. saya paling suka keropok ikan. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak. selalunya hari isnin lah saya fikir pasal awak, hari selasa pun sama jugak. bila hari minggu banyak sikit dari hari rabu dengan khamis. hari jumaat saya pergi semayang jumaat. saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. terutamanya keropok ikan. awak suka saya?"
Ahmad Nawab type pada henfonnya. belum send lagi, Ahmad Nawab baca balik apa yang ditulisnya. takut2 kalau ada tersalah tulis ke kan. selepas baca, Ahmad Nawab membuat beberapa potongan kepada ayat yang tidak perlu ala2 editor di Random House agar luahan perasaaan ini kedengaran lebih padu di henfon milik Sherry
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"
okay kali ini punya lebih mantap bilang Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. dah buang segala hari2 apa yang pukimak tidak perlu sebentar tadi. hal keropok ikan juga sudah dipendekkan. nak send ke nh. aish baca balik lah kata Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. Ahmad Nawab nh asek kata dalam hati je.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"
yang nh lebih kemas rasanya kata Ahmad Nawab bukan di dalam hati. tapi kenapa tiba2 lepas bangun tidur cakap saya suka awak pulak. macam tak kena je.takut niat tu tak sampai pulak, macam panjang sangat je. bila nak luah perasaan nh ayat kena pendek dan bermakna. dieditnya oleh Ahmad Nawab buat kali terakhir.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. awak goreng keropok sedap la. saya suka makan keropok terutamanya keropok ikan"
message delivered.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. keropok ikan eh. saya paling suka keropok ikan. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak. selalunya hari isnin lah saya fikir pasal awak, hari selasa pun sama jugak. bila hari minggu banyak sikit dari hari rabu dengan khamis. hari jumaat saya pergi semayang jumaat. saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. terutamanya keropok ikan. awak suka saya?"
Ahmad Nawab type pada henfonnya. belum send lagi, Ahmad Nawab baca balik apa yang ditulisnya. takut2 kalau ada tersalah tulis ke kan. selepas baca, Ahmad Nawab membuat beberapa potongan kepada ayat yang tidak perlu ala2 editor di Random House agar luahan perasaaan ini kedengaran lebih padu di henfon milik Sherry
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"
okay kali ini punya lebih mantap bilang Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. dah buang segala hari2 apa yang pukimak tidak perlu sebentar tadi. hal keropok ikan juga sudah dipendekkan. nak send ke nh. aish baca balik lah kata Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. Ahmad Nawab nh asek kata dalam hati je.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"
yang nh lebih kemas rasanya kata Ahmad Nawab bukan di dalam hati. tapi kenapa tiba2 lepas bangun tidur cakap saya suka awak pulak. macam tak kena je.takut niat tu tak sampai pulak, macam panjang sangat je. bila nak luah perasaan nh ayat kena pendek dan bermakna. dieditnya oleh Ahmad Nawab buat kali terakhir.
"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. awak goreng keropok sedap la. saya suka makan keropok terutamanya keropok ikan"
message delivered.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Cancer (20 June - 21 July)
Remembering
hanging, but stammering:
This is the language of love.
A pleasure,
A treasure.
A gift without measure.
This is the beauty of love,
Mystical
Lyrical
Always a miracle
This is the wonder of love.
More than a year has passed
Since you and I
Parted in grief and tears
Today at last
A letter came
One tiny, narrow sheet.
Tonight I’ve lit my lamp
A hundred times
To read its words of love.
This is love; two souls
That freely meet, and
Have no need
Of proving anything.
-mom, 1975
legen wait for it, dary
hanging, but stammering:
This is the language of love.
A pleasure,
A treasure.
A gift without measure.
This is the beauty of love,
Mystical
Lyrical
Always a miracle
This is the wonder of love.
More than a year has passed
Since you and I
Parted in grief and tears
Today at last
A letter came
One tiny, narrow sheet.
Tonight I’ve lit my lamp
A hundred times
To read its words of love.
This is love; two souls
That freely meet, and
Have no need
Of proving anything.
-mom, 1975
legen wait for it, dary
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
quick update
ramadhan is approaching
thanks Allah for giving me a chance to come upon another ramadhan
alhamdulillah
i hope this ramadhan will be a meaningful one
i wish i could make masjid as a place where i hang out the most,
and make all amalan my bestfriends
just for this special month at least.
insyaAllah
you know, a lot of people are lost.
wander without a reason.
they forget the main purpose in life
sometimes people need a reminder
hope this coming ramadhan will serve as a kick in the head to all people out there, including me.
thanks Allah for giving me a chance to come upon another ramadhan
alhamdulillah
i hope this ramadhan will be a meaningful one
i wish i could make masjid as a place where i hang out the most,
and make all amalan my bestfriends
just for this special month at least.
insyaAllah
you know, a lot of people are lost.
wander without a reason.
they forget the main purpose in life
sometimes people need a reminder
hope this coming ramadhan will serve as a kick in the head to all people out there, including me.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
stop looking. start seeing
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
2 minute date
we don't have the whole day to be spent together,
seeing you just for a second is enough then
it made my whole day
Sunday, March 20, 2011
inspiration during hey day
a sad yet beautiful song about fragmented fondness
this is lagu zaman-zaman sekolah bhahahah
in high school back then, vincent fang's work have a lot of influence in my writing.
metaphor rapidly become fascination in almost all my work during that time.
fang wrote with heart and thats why those lyrics are ridiculously pure, deep and well placed
when he work with jay, they produced a friggin romantic master piece. grr
shan hu hai (coral sea)
Clouds gather on the faraway (sea) horizon, How can I keep my sadness calm
I remained straight-faced, trying to cover the hint of resignation
you silently said that you wanted to leave (The love's gone)
The sadness slowed down silently
Listen carefully to the crashing tides,
It is not from the sea but from tears
Turning around to leave, (You have something to say but remained speechless), unable to say it's over
The love between a seagull and a fish is only an accidental occurrence
Differences had always existed in (the love you gave) our love (we can't go back)
The dust that gathers in the wind (ends up) accumulating to pain
Turning around and leave, (can't say it's over), unable to say it's over
An azure coral sea, a missed momentary paleness
Right from the beginning (you and me both) were not mature and frank enough(shouldn't)
The passion had not changed, (your) smile cannot be forced
Love is buried deep within the coral sea
How do (we) rebuild the damaged sand sculpture, how can (we) fix a broken relationship?
Only that all has ended too quickly and you said you could not understand why
What surprises await in a seashell (Waiting for the flowers to bloom)
We do not want to play the guessing game anymore
The sea breeze caressing the face (the sea breeze caressing the face)
The salty love (the salty love)
Unable to feel any future (between us)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
beautiful orion (forbidden desire)
fading sunset and evening star,
standing at the horizon, gazing at each other.
gazing like they knew exactly what they are doing,
when the truth is they have no idea.
they are confused.
horizon is their secret place,
a dance floor where they met occasionally
a place that always be the witness,
to this strange pair of loneliness
a romantic dance floor where no one seem to dance.
both wanted to,
but every time the beautiful orion fancied it,
the sunset creeps backward.
and when the sunset decide he want it too,
the orion forgot her steps and refused.
the rain fall down,
making love with the beautiful sound of zephyr,
and the jazz mood is on,
but still,
the evening star and the pale sunset not quite sure what to do.
they are clueless.
perhaps gazing at each other occasionally is enough for them
cloudy egos clouds their mind
and when the evening creeps behind the shadow of a moon,
they murmured affection silently,
and fade away in a pleasant despair
standing at the horizon, gazing at each other.
gazing like they knew exactly what they are doing,
when the truth is they have no idea.
they are confused.
horizon is their secret place,
a dance floor where they met occasionally
a place that always be the witness,
to this strange pair of loneliness
a romantic dance floor where no one seem to dance.
both wanted to,
but every time the beautiful orion fancied it,
the sunset creeps backward.
and when the sunset decide he want it too,
the orion forgot her steps and refused.
the rain fall down,
making love with the beautiful sound of zephyr,
and the jazz mood is on,
but still,
the evening star and the pale sunset not quite sure what to do.
they are clueless.
perhaps gazing at each other occasionally is enough for them
cloudy egos clouds their mind
and when the evening creeps behind the shadow of a moon,
they murmured affection silently,
and fade away in a pleasant despair
Saturday, February 19, 2011
too much of things spoiled
when i was younger, i don't do 5.
its whether 8,9 or 2,3.
never once 5.
5 is just not good enough.
it whether you get it all, or nothing at all.
when i was in high school, i want everything.
i didn't understand the concept of moderation.
years of understanding, learning and accepting,
i get to the point where i can say,
hey 5 is not that bad
we can live happily with simple things in life
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